The Broken Harp

In the corner of the basement

Stood a cobweb-covered harp -

Broken now and so forsaken,

There it stood back in the dark.

No one in the little village

Could repair the harp again -

And you'd never guess the music

Or the places it had been.



Came a ragged man a beggin'

For a place out of the cold;

He was bent and slightly limpin'

He was lookin' frail and old.

So the houseman gave permission -

He could sleep upon the floor

Of the basement where was kept

The harp with melody no more.



Soon the house was filled with music!

'Twas as sweet as angels bring.

And the household came a-runnin'

Just to see the vibrant strings!

Dusted now, it stood in beauty,

Every web was cleared away;

And the ragged man was singing

Very softly as he played.



In his song he told the story

How he'd made that harp when new;

Since he'd made its first beginning

Fixing wasn't hard to do.

And, dear friend, if you are needing

Just a touch from God above...

Just remember Who has made you.....

He can "fix" you with His love.



He can fill the empty corners

Of your heart with song anew;

He can take each day and make

A special melody for you!

He can fix the broken pieces

Better even than before -

And open wide the storehouse

Of His blessing evermore!



Joan Clifton Costner

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